Rossy to team vitality, replacing kicks on the flex role and fixing their igl issues. This team goes on to win every event in 2025 (This came to me in a dream)
A rhyme written for the unfortunate,
Limited to less words; for they are not able to read,
But for you my love, how wonderful would it be?
If a team full of 5 indians, could singh
Like aspas and rodryigo, to oblivion;
When moody and unsure; It's boring;
Non-wonderful; Un-fortune;
Uncomfortably, live the comfort of your home;
Your attempts at prose
Are pathetic indeed,
Before you trumpet your drivel
Do first learn to read.
You try to impress,
Put on an illusion of sophistication.
But that meaningless jumble of words
Hardly surpasses an ape’s communication.
Truly it is curious,
That you would attack a stranger unprovoked.
I can only assume it is the lashing out
Of one spurned, unwanted, unbeloved.
And though you hide behind your screen,
Desperate to maintain a faceless exterior.
I see right through you,
And I see one who feels so inferior.
you are confused; only called you my love,
not a drop of hatred, ever spilled to my poem,
the work; of hurried, flukily insulted himself;
"hardly surpasses an ape's communication";
how unwise it is; from one-self,
I do forgive and love,
Why yes I may be without company;
But to stand infront of you'r;
To look of heroics, and ego,
A slight of misunderstanding, may it never go over you're head;
you were merely dancing at your own funeral,
how unfortunate; unfortunate you are my love;